We humans have the power to sustain anything.
Whether it is an expensive watch or a diamond ring.
But, when it comes to communication lack,
We so keen, try every possible hack.
Internet has made us its slave,
Life without it seems in a lonely cave.
People always wanting to chat,
Don't even know the life under a villager's hat.
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Do not imagine I leave you, Madrid, with a merry heart
Never in all your love, in your dress of light,
Have I known such fever of dancing, such fury of
Slamming heels, such blackbird whirring of
Palos - look, we are close to heaven
Here in this cave where for a moment one girl
Gathers all space in the delicate curve of her arm, so favour
Me always, lunares, and never oh never forget me - planets
Pinned to the hem of a skirt; turn
Slow callocilla, priestess, the chords
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There is a sweet music,
but its sweetness fails to console you.
This is what the days have taught you:
in every long war
there is a soldier, with a distracted face and ordinary teeth,
who sits outside his tent
holding his bright-sounding harmonica
which he has carefully protected from the dust and blood,
and like a bird
uninvolved in the conflict,
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I: POET
You have escaped the comedy
Of swift, pretentious praise and blame,
And smashed a tavern where they sell
The harlots' wine that men call fame.
Heralds of reckless solitude
Have offered you another voice,
But men are still a tempting jest.
You roam and cannot make a choice.
When you have played distractedly
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He saw nothing. Said nothing.
He could no longer sleep in the room.
There are many ways to love―
What would you like me to see, I ask him?
I can't see you any longer.
I see you in every window,
and we hear the same thing,
now that I'm weeping
and you're kissing.
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The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
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A search was made to find a child
in a world that time had forgotten among the vines of growing.
Where giants roamed, and a king and queen dressed like cards
saw a land through a glass of rose tint.
Like splashes of a rainbow on a virgin canvas.
An imagination once invisible, yet new, began to play.
To find once again that long lost land, where a mind and heart ran free,
Having broken chains to cross new worlds and make insignificance itself
an adventure.
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I dream to fly high,
Within and far away in the sky ;
Far away from the web of lies,
In the beautiful land where one never cries ;
My imagination soars so mighty,
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The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
Dreams, visuals so fine;
But not always are gay.
A medium to make our soul shine;
As dazzling as a sun ray.
Milleniums pass in a blink of eye,
Still wondering about that silent night ,
That terrifying scene walking by !
Leaving me with absolute fright.
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